The eggs had been colored
and scattered about
The baskets were hidden
the children to shout…
“Was he here Mom, was he here”
they yell from upstairs
“Come down and find out”
she says—nary a care
Their little feet rush
taking two steps at once
Wide eyes dart all over
playing their hunch
Living and dining rooms
they tear with a fever
No corner is safe
from the incursion of either
“I found it, I found it”
the bigger one said
The smaller one saddened
their heart filled with dread
“The Bunny forgot
there’s no candy this year”
From across the big room
the first start of a tear
“The Bunny never forgets”
their mother cried out
“You have to look harder
both inside and out”
As the front door was opened
the little one chimed …
“Mom, he didn’t forget
— it was here all the time”
(To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)
An Anthology Of Perception 